ya got napped by the knot

ii. sid being a disaster

The next few days are kind of a blur. It's all just awkward moments between you and the members of Slipknot (they're in a band, because of course they are), and you eventually figure out that your whole purpose here is to be a communal escort (again, because of course it is).

In fear and general discomfort about the situation, you choose to isolate in your room most of the day. You emerge to eat maybe twice a day, but other than that, you avoid any interaction with Slipknot. 

Until this morning, when Corey and Sid saunter into your room unannounced with a couple shopping bags and smiles that make you uneasy. They place the bags before you like a sacrifice and wait until you approach them and take a look inside. 

"Clothes? Thank you," you nod, taking the bags and putting them next to the dresser. 

"Try them on! We wanna know if we got the right size!" Sid requests.

"I'm content with trusting that you...," you watch their smiles fall and suddenly realize that wasn't a courtesy, it was a command. "Fine, but can you at least turn around?"

Silence.

"Maybe just for the first outfit?" you compromise.

The 2 men exchange a glance before nodding and turning around. You wait a few seconds before you grab a black metallica shirt and a pair of black ripped jeans from a bag, keeping your eyes fixed on the mens' backs as you change. 

"Not too much of a buildup to this one, but they fit decently well," you tug on the waist of the pants. "Did you get a belt too?"

"I fucking told you!" Corey smiles victoriously at Sid. "I thought to get you one, my dear." He comes up to you and rummages through a bag. Along with a thick black belt with two layers of holes, he pulls out a crop top and a skirt. 

"Try this on next, too."

You now realize it would have been a far better idea to have taken a gander at the clothes before making the deal to try only the first outfit on while the men turned their backs, but hindsight is always 20/20. 

So, as the deal went, you begin to pull your clothes off while Sid and Corey make themselves comfortable on your bed. They don't even try to pretend that they're not looking directly at your tits or ass or thighs as you change. Cute. 

"Oh, this is actually really cute," you let a little smile slip as you look at yourself in the full body mirror leaning against the wall. 

"I picked that out, for the record!" Sid grins. 

"No one asked," Corey says without looking at his bandmate. 

The fashion show continues for 30 more (numbingly embarrassing) minutes as your body insecurities flare up before Sid and Corey finally leave you alone to simmer in your self dissatisfaction. 

A few hours later after dinner, you're in the kitchen grabbing yourself a glass of water. 

"What that mouth do?" Sid flirts as he enters. 

Your breath hitches mid sip. "Damn, just skip all the formalities why don'tcha?"

"I might as well. You know why you're here."

"Hm, you make a fair point, but to answer your question, not suck your dick."

"Oh?" Sid raises an eyebrow. "And why are you so confident in that?"

"Because I don't skip formalities."

"Maybe someone here oughtta teach you a lesson," Sid leans in closer to you.

You really don't want to give this guy a blowjob. In fact, the thought of doing it makes you massively uncomfortable, but you figure that considering the circumstances, there are worse fates. 

"I can guarantee you that it won't stop me from being as belligerent as possible," you raise an eyebrow. 

"It's still worth a shot to humble you," Sid reaches up to the crook of your neck before pulling you closer into a rough and sudden makeout. He moves his hand to grab your neck as he pushes you into the corner of the counter, while his other hand holds your thigh down before roaming about your body. You press your hands into his chest in an attempt to create some distance.

Your body recoils as Sid's hand travels about it, and you're more confused than anything about what's going on. It takes another two seconds of processing before you shove him off of you, leaving him shocked enough for you to take a few steps away from him. 

"Was that not good enough for you?" Sid glares at you. 

Thinking back to the past two minutes, it's not that he's even that bad of a kisser. It's just the sudden makeout and fondling your body that really threw you off. 

"Well?" Sid comes closer to you and you instinctually take a step back. 

"I...It doesn't matter," you shake your head. 

"Fine then, fuck off," the DJ scoffs and leaves the kitchen. 

As you sigh a breath of relief, a part of you feels apologetic; likely the part that is developing stockholm syndrome. Does it really set in that fast?

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part 2 out!! also i noticed that in part 1 i tried to tag @pigliarjester but for some reason it didnt show up so just yeah shoutout to him for this idea :)